Me: I will never get it, you a republican. You are anti-government. He: Yes, and not a Christian tea party and I believe in less government.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
"…" A triangle of love in legend is revealed, In the past, love stories glowed, With famous lovers, legends were created,
By Patty4120242 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like my life is wasting away. Like I haven't accomplished anything in my 23 years of life so far. I want to chase after my dreams so badly, but ever since covid happened I cannot force myself to do anything productive. Sure I have fun and party and drink and act a mess every chance I get (that is great fun ngl) but what about my long term goals and happiness? Before I used to blame my laziness; now it feels like there's a million things in my way. Permanently stuck in a rough patch with no motivation and no energy.
By mimito2 years ago in Poets
Who is this irritating Man imitating me as a fragment of my identity? I am your other half, a spirit created to spoil your Serenity-
By Ocusan M2 years ago in Poets
In the cosmic ballet of existence, Where galaxies pirouette and comets dance, There exists a maestro, a celestial artist,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser. i learned i can make all my deepest fears come true well, it’s not exactly like that
By maisie 2 years ago in Poets
I am a sinner; my mother taught me so, And for God to forgive me, I must quit my prideful mind, Become senseless and blind,
By Aaron Cortés2 years ago in Poets
Wrap me around your finger Twist and coil until my skin cracks My bones fracture and break Liquidate Absorb my thoughts and dreams
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Dear Future or Dear Future me. I don't have the words to say Or the things to plea. I know I need change but I don't wanna change.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
Note: I know that this is late for the dinosaur challenge, but I had the book staring at me under the dust and in the quietest place on my desk. I think that this makes its own sense...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I crave pretty moments and colorful plates, Flowers and sweets. I crave a disorderly kitchen, The marriage of garlic and onions on a hot skillet.
By Annaise2 years ago in Poets
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
